yaelokre 

I can hear the song of the hartebeest
As their hooves drum to a hunger
I can sing a fear or a malady
As I drown deep in the wonder
Where do we go
When the river's running slow
Where do we run
When the cats kill one by one
Little rabbit
Little rabbit
Little rabbit Hazel beneath our claws
While we wait for cerulean to cry
Unsettled ticks run through time
Enough for the hunt to go awry
Where do we go
When the river's running slow
Where do we run
When the acres turn green and the cats kill one by one
Little rabbit Little rabbit
Run run run run run
Little rabbit
Run run run run run
Little rabbit
Ru

un settled tick run through time enough for the hunt to go arwy

OKAY HOW DO YALL MAKE THE BACKGROUND EXACTLY WHAT YALL WANT?

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